how could anyone be bored in a place like this? a place that was so different from anywhere in the world that it had decided to become its own country? new vegas was the city where everything happened, the good, the bad, and the horribly ugly. so what was loretta’s problem? she’d finished her last dance of the night and parted ways with the horny, and yet still somewhat classy drunkards that frequented the club at ace, and here she was, all dressed up (which, to loretta, only meant dressed at all) and nowhere to go. she slowly paced away from the club entrance and through the casino, her heels from the last dance of the night clicking quietly on the pristine floors of ace. maybe i could order chinese and take a searing bath, she thought, still feeling the glitter from earlier tonight stuck to her skin beneath her dress. that’s depressing, she thought through a sigh. out of the casino, she came across the bar and spotted lucky, who looked like he always did when he was dealing with drunks who didn’t know how to cut themselves off. with a somewhat relieved smile, loretta strolled up to the bar and leaned her elbows across the top, trying to take some of her weight off her aching feet. ❝ excuse me, garçon , have you the time? ❞ she began, her tone mocking the likes of the disgustingly rich and entitled patrons of the club she had the misfortune of meeting from time to time. ❝ and perhaps an artisanal tequila? i am very rich and know french. ❞
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